She Is a 10
Copyright© 2026 by RogueTen
Chapter 2
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A saintly yoga wife, her burned-out "nice guy" husband, and a creepy basement janitor slip into one messed-up loop of lust, guilt and voyeurism. This isn’t about cheating, it’s about something worse: when you suddenly realize it turns you on to see your perfect little world get dragged through the mud – and you don’t want it to stop.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband RAAC DomSub Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male White Male White Female Oriental Male White Couple Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Squirting Voyeurism Public Sex Prostitution
You can imagine the headache of a God who tried to give a man everything the man needed — and the man still stayed offended. That’s how He would look at you: you, who like a possessed man had dreamed of seeing your wife as a slut under another guy, and now went into the bedroom with a feeling of jealousy and hurt.
Soon your wife appeared, walking like a boat on waves. She was heading to the kitchen to rinse her mouth after Omar. To your very drunk wife, it was a surprise that you’d come out of the bathroom.
“Yuri?” your intelligent wife smiled stupidly — now looking like some back-alley whore stumbling home from a night of whoring. “I thought you were in the shower...”
“You did your thinking for the last time a few hours ago,” you said.
Annette let out a little laugh and clearly forgot where she was going and why.
“You’re so funny,” she said, and staggered toward you.
You stared at her in disbelief: swaying, hair a mess, mascara running, lipstick smeared around her mouth. A senseless smile played on her face. She wasn’t walking — she was floating on the waves of her drunkenness.
“Mmmmy loooove, I decided to make you a suuurpriiise todayyy — I know you’ve been waiiiting for it so loooong,” she drawled, climbing onto the bed and, with an exaggerated, showy eroticism, crawling toward you.
She licked her lips, and you saw it with horror: a trace of Omar’s cum still clung there. Your wife didn’t think about that. Her body was hot — scorching, like a stove — and her breath ... yes, it was hot too, like a dragoness’s, only a dragoness who’d gotten thoroughly drunk and then “rinsed her mouth” with semen.
“I know what you waaaant, all these days,” Annette whispered, and to your shock she crushed her mouth onto yours in a kiss. Omar’s cum pressed into your lips — and then your wife’s tongue carried it into your mouth. You groaned.
Well, what did you expect? You liked watching another man fuck your beloved while she was drunk, right?
As they say, if you love the ride — then ride it all the way to hell. To the place where your wife turns to you not with her best sides, but her worst. And you have no one to blame. You could have stopped all this. You chose the path of vice and private bargains with your conscience. You kept pushing away the thought that you were walking the wrong road.
And you shouldn’t have. Don’t be afraid of seeming like a monster to yourself — be afraid of being one without knowing it.
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